#O if that ain't love still I'm in pain

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The name Cedric means: price or THROPHY. Lemon juice in the eyes would have huRT LESS.

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Dark Cherry [2] | Aemond Targaryen

Part Two

Summary: after months of a marriage that hardly harbours the passion that you'd dreamed about, you stumble across the reason for your husband's indifference and decide enough is enough. Aemond will learn just exactly what he's been missing out on.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader and also some Aemond x some random girly pop ;o

Word Count: (I'm... sorry?) 7.1k

Warnings: smut - mdni 18+!!! UNEDITED!! infidelity, kinda angsty? second-hand smut? power struggle both in bed and out, reader is a cheeky voyeur, oral (f receiving), thigh riding, degradation, Aemond is a fucking asshole but he's sexy, talk of masturbation. as always, let me know if I have missed anything!

Author's note: Entirely unedited because here I am posting this at 2:30AM having just finished writing this bad boy even though I have to be up for work at 7:30. yay :/. Anyways, thank you all so much for the love on this series so far! I'm thinking there could potentially be some more to come. Reader ain't done with her revenge so soon. I will reblog with the taglist tomorrow! or today I guess--after I've had some sleep! I would also love to hear your thoughts!! So pls hmu in my inbox to chat abt things xoxo kisses!!!! <3

Masterlist!

Part One

Distancing yourself from Aemond was not a difficult task. You’d barely see much of him aside from the meals you shared and your occasional stroll through the gardens anyway. It still felt odd, knowing that you were avoiding him when only days ago you had been grasping at whatever crumb of his attention you could reach. 

His existence was ghostly. Always talked about but never seen and it made it remarkably easy to ignore him. You spent most days between your chambers and Helaena’s, idly passing time with embroidery and small talk. But you were distracted - your mind foggy and your usual grace and poise replaced by clumsiness and a constant flustered jumpiness.

It was always on your mind. Always. 

Your mind was a problem of its own and as soon as you lay down amongst your sheets for a night of sleep, it took you back to the memory of your name lewdly falling from Aemond’s lips. As days had passed, you could have convinced yourself it was a hallucination - an odd dream of some sort.  

And while it had become muscle memory for your hand to find your soaked sex at the midnight hour, the scene of your alluring husband in the throes of pleasure bringing you to a quick peak, the first two nights had been marred with silent tears of humiliation, hurt, betrayal–jealousy and anger. 

Maybe it was for the best that you had not seen the face of the whore in his private chambers. If you had any idea of who she was, you would have had half a mind to have sought her out and suffocated her yourself.

You had to remind yourself that if she were, in fact, a whore then you could hardly let yourself seriously consider choking a woman out for simply doing her job. 

Frustration was an understatement. No matter how hard you tried, there was nothing that you could do which would calm the mix of emotions inside you. You considered declaring Aemond’s infidelity at dinner–or even at the small feast that was held two nights ago. But it wouldn’t be enough and it was too early to show your hand. 

If you had come out and made it known to all at Court, nothing would happen. At all. 

Most husbands take on whores and mistresses. And despite the pain and hurt of it that the wives suffer, it’s simply accepted as the way things are. Men are innately animals and so they must fuck like it too. So nobody would bat an eyelid at Aemond. Instead, you knew that they’d turn it on you in one way or another. 

On the sixth day, you were surprised when Ser Tunsley knocked on your door to announce your husband’s presence. When Aemond took a seat at the small table where you usually shared your breakfast, he barely spared you more than an inquisitive look before telling your handmaid to bring your breakfasts promptly. 

Aemond leaned back, letting his legs rest comfortable but still maintained his effortlessly flawless posture. He reached for the book that lay forgotten on the side-table, holding it open with one hand and his other arm stretching over the back of the seat beside him, where you sat all tense and surprised. A barely-there frown crossed your face at the foreign gesture and you willed yourself not to think much of it.

You would have fumbled to snatch the book from his hands, if this had been a week earlier. But it wasn’t, and with a curious and conniving sense of calm, you let him read the first page of a story riddled with obscenity and romance. The first couple chapters were perfectly appropriate.

The prince looked at you with a gentle tilt of his head, unmoving aside from . “You have been withdrawn.”

Silence. You were sitting beside him, unable to meet his eye as you usually would, scoffing so softly at his words that he almost mistook it for a cough. 

Aemond, who was far more observant of you than he knew you believed him to be, found that he was bothered by it. Whether it was because of the loss of the devotion that he had always seen in your doe-eyed gaze, or the flippant shift in your attitude, he did not want to know. 

“Have I done something that has bothered you, dear wife?” His eye returned to the book and moved from one side of the page to the other as he read. 

Aemond clearly did not see you watching them on that night. The fact that you had faced no repercussions for sneaking up on him and eavesdropping on such a moment was enough confirmation of that. 

But Aemond’s presence re-ignited the red hot resentment you had for his actions and the hurt that you felt because of him. How any man could seek out the company of his wife for the first time in a week, sit beside her and pretend so shamelessly as if he cared for the repercussions of his own vile actions was beyond you. 

Nonetheless, you forced a polite smile onto your lips and turned slightly to face him better. You let his question linger in the air between you as the maid returned, placing a plate of cheeses, fruits and an assortment of breads on the table in front of you. 

Thanking her, you reached to pour yourself a cup of the sweet vanilla and rose tea that had become your favourite part of your mornings in the Keep. When you answered his question, it was purposefully less than what Aemond was seeking. 

“I have been ill, lord husband,” you murmured. When you rested against the back of the seat, you tensed at the feeling of Aemond’s arm grazing your shoulder. You had forgotten it was there. 

Your reaction to his proximity and while you had initially been shy around him–not so much since you had started your little performance–, you never flinched away from his touch. 

Aemond placed the book down beside him and hummed in thought. He reached over you, to take a piece of fresh bread for his plate and to put some fruit on your plate, his chest pressing against your shoulder and his hair brushing past your nose. 

If you had moved, just an inch, your lips would be against the milky skin of his throat. Despite your disdain for your husband, you could hear the thrum of your heartbeat in your ears and stopped yourself from dragging your fingers through his hair and tracing your lips across his jaw. 

There was an unfamiliar sense of purpose behind what he was doing. It dawned on you that he knew what he was doing. The bread was already on his plate but the son of a bitch placed the fruits piece by piece on your plate, his movements lazy. 

He smelled like lavender, leather and dragon smoke. Like an intoxicating drug that overwhelmed your mind until piety and sin were indiscernible. It was far too easy for you to see Aemond as more godly than just a mere man, to feel the need to worship him in the most sinful ways you could imagine. 

No man in any realms was as strong, as beautiful, as terrifying, as educated as the prince who breathed fire onto your skin. And he was your prince. 

A drop in your stomach was the least of your problems when the image of Aemond enjoying another woman’s passion invaded your thoughts. You wondered if his scent drove her just as mad as it made you and you had the urge to drive a knife through Aemond’s hand for you knew he’d have let her indulge in him. 

But when he looked at you, his violet eye a mask of indifference yet still failing to hide something that you couldn’t for the life of you put into words, you hated that your desire for him burned just as strong as your rage. 

Aemond’s eye met yours, humming in thought as he brought a cherry to his lips and glancing down at your own. He took a bite out of it first and then brought it to your mouth, dragging the open side across your bottom lip. The soft fruit dripped delicately onto your chin and left a stain on your perfect lips. The sight of you with reddened lips, gazing up at him with blown out pupils, shining with an uncorrupted devotion and a pure desire sent his blood rushing. 

The cherry was sweet and chilled, a stark contrast to the darkened, heated want that Aemond watched you with. And again, you had an urge to ignore everything and take what it was that you had been hoping Aemond would give you. You obediently took the cherry into your mouth, holding his gaze, chewing the flesh of the fruit and rolling the pip on your tongue. 

When you looked hard enough into Aemond’s eye, you could see the reflection of yourself morph into a reflection of the unnamed woman and you turned from him, turning away to drop the pip of the cherry onto a napkin. 

Aemond’s hand fell softly to rest on your knee and he only moved back a nudge. You refused to meet his eye but you could feel his warm breath on your cheek as he spoke, his voice slightly strained yet still calm and smooth. “I’ll send for a maester.” 

“Thank you,” you pushed the words out of your mouth and nodded towards the food. “You should eat your breakfast, my prince.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow as you rolled your eyes at him and slid back into his previous posture, sitting against the backrest of his own seat. An infuriating grin played on his lips. “Don’t worry about my breakfast. Why did you roll your eyes at me?”

You rolled your eyes again. “As if I cannot call for a maester myself.”

It crossed your mind that you could have told him right now of what you had seen. And the urge to scream at him became so strong you almost did. 

But what would come of it? Not enough. Aemond would only offer you an apology if you were lucky and carry on as if nothing was amiss. Because that is just how it is for husbands–they could cheat and lie all they please to no consequence. And you wanted him to regret the moment he chose to disrespect you. 

You wanted him to suffer for it. To feel as insulted, as embarrassed and as inferior as you have.

So he would suffer. But you had to be patient if you were to make it hurt. 

A thought crossed your mind as Aemond said something you didn’t quite hear, with that unbothered expression he had mastered years ago. 

He didn’t linger long after that. You ate your breakfast in silence, while Aemond, much to your distaste, finished the first chapter of your book. And when he finally left, he took it with him, giving you a knowing smirk as he tucked it under his arm. 

One punch. Surely, you would be entitled to that. 

Initially, the idea of seducing Jason Lannister was a gruesome one. But upon hearing of his prolonged and unbusy presence at King’s Landing, you recognised an opportunity as it presented itself to you. Simply because of pride and ego, there were few men who enjoyed the idea of his wife turning to another man for what they could not provide. 

Alas, if there was any part of Aemond that made him weak, it was his pride and his arrogance. 

And so here you were, enjoying your afternoon tea with the Lannister twin, listening to stories of his life at Casterly Rock. You made sure the house staff had known of Lannister’s presence and that the Kingsguard were well aware of the pot of tea you shared in the Courtyard. Easily within sight of where you knew Aemond was training with Ser Cole and some other men you had no interest in knowing.

For the past thirty minutes, you could feel him watching you. But when you lifted your head to look, pretending to the man across from you that you were interested in watching your husband train, Aemond would turn away. Yet he finally seemed to have finally had enough and you could see him walking over from behind Jason, his shoulders stiffer than usual with a sour expression. 

“This tea,” you covered your mouth gently, letting out the remnants of a laugh that had been pulled from you. If you were being honest, Jason Lannister was turning out to be surprisingly fun company and the smile you had expected to fake ended up being real. Not bothering to look at Aemond, who was much closer now, you held your teacup towards the Lord Lannister with a pretty, sultry smile. “It is incredible–I’ve loved it so much, t’is the only tea I will drink. Have a taste of mine, I insist.”

With a look of blatant excitement, Jason leaned into where you held the cup, fingers grazing yours as he held the cup but never took it out of your hold and took a sip. It was slightly awkward, the way his eyes held onto yours, but you brightened your smile nonetheless. 

Aemond visibly inhaled a sharp breath and cleared his throat, covering the both of you in a dark shade. The prince was looming over Lannister, who never looked away from you even as you peeled your eyes away from him with exaggerated difficulty to meet Aemond’s eye. You dropped your smile so slightly that only Aemond could notice. 

There was a tense, awkward silence that lingered. Lannister’s head tilted ever so slightly and a wave of annoyance ran through you at the cocky tilt of his head regardless of the fact that it was exactly what you needed him to do. The two men stared at each other, Aemond’s typical dark repose and Lannister’s challenging chagrin at the disruption. 

“How nice of you to join us, my prince,” you beamed. “Lord Lannister has been sharing this pot of tea with me. It’s lovely to enjoy some company for once.”

You took pleasure in the way he squared his shoulders at your remark. Lannister snickered but was quick to cover it up with a cough at Aemond’s narrowed eye. 

“Yes, I’m sure it is,” Aemond’s voice was sharp. “I happen to have some time on my hands before I take Vhagar to flight, lady wife. Perhaps you would care to join me for a stroll through the gardens?”

Aemond was behind you in a blink, tugging your chair back gently into himself and holding a hand out to help you stand. The air around you became soft lavender and leather and something very Aemond. And despite the slight flutter of your eyelids, you straightened and held strong. 

Weakness would get you nowhere. You were out here for a reason and no matter how strong the pull was, your lust to hurt him back was much stronger. 

You shook your head gently, looking at Jason who seemed to stiffen under the prince’s eye. “What kind of host would I be if I were to abandon Lord Lannister? Considering it was I who invited him to tea. We can enjoy the gardens another time, my prince.”

The fire in Aemond’s eye rivalled Vhagar’s. It gave you a sense of satisfaction that was much unlike yourself and you wondered how he’d burn with rage if you decided to take Jason to your bed. You’d lose everything you had to your name but you knew it would not be difficult to convince yourself that it’d be worth it.

Jason Lannister was no fool. He understood the wrath of the Targaryen prince but he knew that you would never be subjected to the extent of it. As much as Prince Aemond pretended he did not care, the Lords and counsellors of the Red Keep knew that he had his weaknesses. At the end of the day, Aemond would not dishonour himself by tarnishing the image of his pious, kind wife who was loved by all. 

Lannister also had his doubts about you. Again, he was no fool to fall for whatever game you were playing. An honourable, devoted Lady such as yourself would never actually be so easy to adulterate. Whatever it was, Jason was not against indulging himself in some fun here and there. 

But he did prefer to keep his limbs and so he shook his head gently and stood from his seat. 

“You have my thanks,” he took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. A bold move from a man who could so strongly feel the Prince’s pointed glare. Jason turned and bowed his head gently towards Aemond. “But I fear I have some business to attend to, so do not stay back on my regard. It was lovely to sit with you, my Lady.”

Aemond scoffed loudly as the Lord took his leave. He waited for you to take his hand to help you out of your seat before dropping it to your waist. 

“My prince-”

“If you are so starved of company, dear wife,” he drawled, looking straight ahead with a tightened jaw as he led you in the direction of the gardens. It was a habit now, whenever Aemond had you on his arm, to walk that route. Not surprising seeing how it was the only place where you two would see each other apart from your chambers. “I would expect you to call upon me rather than some toady Lord who would certainly misjudge your intentions. I am your husband, am I not?”

The thought of keeping a list of the times he spoke as if he were faithful crossed your mind for barely a second. Aemond was infuriating. 

You offered him half of a smile and pulled him back slightly as you came to a stop. “You are. But your mind is never with me and I am well aware your time is far more precious to you than I am.”

If Aemond’s composure was not so ingrained into his existence, he may have spluttered and gawked at you. Instead, he barely frowned. 

There was little he could do about the unemotional, unkind man that he had become perceived as. Aemond understood that it was his own actions that meant people viewed him as little less than a monster. And truly, it was how he tried to be perceived. 

So why did it disturb Aemond that his own wife thought him so uncaring? He knew he had only himself to blame for it. 

“I am afraid a stroll in the gardens will have to wait,” you continued in his silence. Being alone with Aemond was not how you intended to spend the afternoon. The risk that you’d lose your composure and tell him all that you had seen of him was still high. “I am still feeling fairly unwell. It may be better for me to rest in my chambers with a book.”

Aemond knew that you were retracting into yourself, pulling away from him where you would have been at his beck and call only a week ago. He hummed. “Tomorrow then.” 

And with that, Aemond escorted you to your chambers in silence. It was hardly two hours that you had spent in the Courtyard with Lord Lannister but it had been tiring nonetheless. The peace and quiet that came with your reprieve from the man that had set your nerves into a frenzy just at the knowledge of his presence while you pressed at his patience was welcome. 

A few hours passed slowly in your own company. Dinner was brought to your room at your request. The mere thought of sitting beside your husband and putting on a display for his family exhausted you. 

The sounds of footsteps and conversation outside your door pulled your attention from the embroidery you had forced yourself to practise. Your chambers were fairly secluded compared to the rest and so it wasn’t often that anyone wandered this area. Expecting the Queen or your husband to be the source of the noise, you were hastily at the door, a sudden flush of anxiety shooting straight to your gut. 

You waited barely five seconds for Ser Tunsley to knock on your door but your impatience pushed you to step out first. There was nobody there. You could see Ser Tunsley stalking away from the direction of the private chambers. You didn’t question it, assuming he was probably stepping away for a brief break, given that his position hadn’t been replaced. 

Footsteps. Again. 

Curiously turning your head in the direction of the sound, you saw a flash of brunette hair and a dark grey dress. Fuck. 

It was impossible not to recognise her. Even as she walked away from you and clearly in the direction of Prince Aemond’s chambers, you knew who she was. 

So with one final glance back into your room you followed her, thankful that you were barefoot so that your own footsteps couldn’t be heard.  Even though your body was running hot with a mixture of heartache and rage, there was an icy stiffness that had spread from the back of your neck to your shoulders as you rounded a single corner after her and helplessly watched her enter Aemond’s chambers. 

You held back tears. She had left the door open. Again. It did little to ease the knot in your throat when you realised that while she may be good enough for Aemond with her mouth, she was not the smartest.

Unable to move, you stood planted in that one spot a few feet away for what must have been ten minutes before you heard the same shuffling and muffled voices. You could hear her more clearly this time and it took you another two minutes to build the courage to see, once again, how Aemond dishonoured you. 

If the circumstances were different, it may have been one of the sexiest sights you had ever laid your eyes upon. But it struck you in a way you couldn’t have expected and it took all of your willpower to stay standing. 

But what else had you expected?

This time, the woman was sprawled out, her head hanging off of the bed and if her eyes weren’t screwed shut in bliss then she would have been looking directly at you. Her left hand gripped the sheets and the other was tangled amongst Aemond’s silver hair, her thighs on either side of his head. 

Gods, you had never known anything like it. 

Aemond was devouring her like he had been starved of her for weeks (you knew he hadn’t), the obscene sounds of his mouth against her sex striking you with distress. He held her down as she writhed against him, a strong, clothed arm keeping her in place at her waist. 

You had hardly been watching them for thirty seconds and you didn’t even have time to consider turning around and walking away to save yourself the misery. 

Because Aemond’s eye opened and he gazed straight through his lashes, lifting his head so he was looking directly at you. A piercing violet eye accompanied by a glimmering sapphire that watched you dangerously, as if he had seen you standing there the entire time and this was all entertaining to him. 

For what may well have been the tenth time that night, you couldn’t move. You stood at the door, chest heaving and jaw slack as you felt a tightness in your throat. How could you feel so powerless in a game you managed to believe you had the upperhand in? 

Aemond still held your eyes with his own, pulling away from the whore he was toying with, and fucking smirked.  

Like things were going exactly how he had planned. 

Red. And a loud gasp and then panic and a flash of arousal and all of a sudden you were running back to your chambers, falling to your knees over your empty bathtub and dry heaving. It was all too much. 

The shock, the fear, the jealousy, the fear. 

And it dawned on you as you tried desperately to catch your breath. Ignoring your arousal–you cursed your body for reacting faster than your mind once again–panic continued to flood your veins like an ice-cold burn. 

Aemond had definitely seen you watching. But had he known all along? 

It made no sense. Did he see you that night when he moaned your name instead of that damned woman’s? 

You couldn’t even be sure how long Aemond had stared at you from his spot, his attention diverted entirely from the nameless woman, who whined and stirred incessantly at his distraction, to you. Caught like a thief in the act, wide-eyed and dazed.

Aemond knew. And he must have known the entire time. With the way he looked directly to you, as if he were waiting for you. As if Aemond knew exactly where you stood the first night. As if he had finally caught you in his trap.  

He wanted you to see. 

Aemond had already bested you at your own game with even more cleverness than you. Before you had even started to play. 

Sleep did not come easy that night. 

 

You were dressed and ready far earlier than usual the next morning. Even though you dreaded the worst - that Aemond had convened to have you punished for watching as you had, you let your scheme motivate you to take back the control you had lost. If you had ever had it in the first place. 

The dress you wore was hardly decent and it left you bare from your chest up, a wide slit running through the skirts. It was a deep green that had a shine to it and clung to your skin, making it clear that you had foregone your smallclothes for the day. 

For the sake of decency within the hallway, and because you detested the idea of either of the Cloaks at your doors seeing your attire, you donned a heavy cloak over top. It was Aemond’s; he had left it behind after breakfast once.

Aemond was still asleep when you had talked your way past the guard at his door and pushed through the doors to his chambers. You stood at the foot of his bed, tracing the place where that woman lay with your eyes. Quietly, you dropped the cloak to the floor.

It was your first time in Aemond’s private chambers. And would things have been different, you would have taken the time to observe all the things that made this space his. Instead, your eyes scanned every centimetre of every part of his chambers for any trace of that wretched woman. 

There was none. Not a single strand of hair. 

You sat at the edge of his plush bed, taking a moment to get your head straight before you stood and walked around to the side of the bed where he lay. The scent of him was overwhelming as you stood above him. 

“Well,” Aemond barely moved aside from his lips as he spoke. His eye remained shut. “Look who finally figured it out. Why are you here?”

You let out a drawn out sigh, shivering gently. “I would like to talk.”

Aemond sat up lazily and you noticed he was naked save for the sheet that covered his lap. From the way he was sitting, you stood in between his legs and his head was slightly tilted as he looked at you over the swell of your breasts. His hands found a resting place on your hips and you were hyper-aware of his touch, which felt heavier than boulders and hotter than lava. 

He looked at you as if he were ready to devour you. As if Aemond were a man starved of air and you were his only chance at breathing. 

The prince let out a hum. “Dressed like this?”

“Since you seem to prefer a whore over your own wife, I figured I would dress akin to one,” you kept your voice stern and stepped further into him so that his chin almost had to rest in the valley of your breasts if he wished to keep his gaze on yours. “If this is what it will take to have your attention.”

Not once did Aemond’s heated stare falter. “I think you are well aware of where my attention lies. What with your childish attempts at seduction.”

“I did not think you cared to take note.”

“Oh, I noticed,” Aemond said, dragging a finger up and down the side of your waist. He enjoyed the soft feel of the fabric and the way your nipples perked through the dress at his touch had him resisting a primal urge to bite. His patience had been astounding thus far but it was wearing thin. “I would have expected that kind of behaviour from a common whore, not a lady such as yourself. You are a princess, after all.”

Trying your best not to squirm under his touch, you held firm in your hardened gaze. “You seem to enjoy whores.”

“I do not.”

You scoffed. “So you have been fucking her just to spite me? Or have you fallen in love?”

“Such filthy language from such a well behaved girl,” he mused. Aemond’s cursed smirk had you holding back from both cutting him and kissing him. “I never would have guessed that my wife is so full of surprises. It seems I do not know you as well as I believed.”

“Answer my question, Aemond.”

“I never fucked her properly, since you insist–”

“As if it makes a difference whether you fucked her cunt or her mouth,” you spat. He was maddening. “You are my husband. I should be the only woman you have in your bed.”

The grip on your hips tightened almost painfully before he brought one hand up to caress your jaw. Aemond didn’t hide the longing he felt, pulling you closer and admiring every inch of your skin tenderly. “If only you had been good and asked me nicely for what you need. Instead of acting like a desperate slut every time we were in the same space. Things could have been so much easier for you, my love.”

Aemond had always spoken to you with respect. And yet here he was, speaking to you as if he already knew exactly what sent your cunt wild with need. He harshly held your chin, forcing you to look up at the roof as he straightened, pressing his nose into the crevice of your neck. The tickle of his hot breath on your skin made you gasp and you felt the velvet of his lips smirking against your throat. 

“The whole time,” you panted, bringing your hands to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. “You knew. It was-”

“Hm. It was for you.” Aemond let his teeth graze against the dip of your jaw. 

There was a fire alight on your skin. You could barely make sense of his words but you forced yourself to hold it together. “You are insane.”

“I was only playing the game that you started,” Aemond chuckled. “Only, I have played it far better than you. Perhaps we are lucky that you did not present more of a challenge, considering I was not above taking her on your bed instead.”

Fuck that. You despised him and loved him and lusted for him all at the same time. 

The control you had was slight to begin with but whatever little there was, it was slipping through your fingers. You threaded your fingers through Aemond’s hair–which was silkier than you had expected–and pulled him away from your neck. 

When you saw the hunger for you in his eye, the slight pink flush of his cheeks, a warm flood of invigorating energy made it’s way through your veins. You fought the urge to run your hands down his shoulders, his chest, his bicep–any part of him you could reach. 

You swallowed thickly. “You should have. I need only one more reason to cut her.”

“I shall have her hanged if that is what you wish.” 

For a moment, you thought you might scratch the smug expression off of Aemond’s face. You groaned, pursing your lips at his indifference and squeezing your thighs together at the passion in his eye. “Fuck you, Aemond.”

“I’m going to give you another chance. Ask me nicely to fuck you until all those doubts you have are replaced by the empty space I will fill your pretty little head with,” He pulled at your hips, so that there was no empty space between you, your torso flush to his chest. Aemond felt deathly tense yet strangely relaxed at the feel of you gasping against him. “And we can put an end to this contest. I do regret that I have left you, my wife, unsatisfied but I want you begging first.”

You watched him closely, challenged him with your gaze. There was no chance you would beg and let him win. The air between you was charged with energy, hissing and stinging. It became heavy and despite the way both of you were breathing so heavily, chests rising and falling dramatically, you couldn’t get enough oxygen to fill your lungs. 

The thickness in the air only became heavier as you gripped his wrists, and moved slowly so that you straddled his right thigh. Aemond fisted the thin fabric of your dress and when you lightly pressed your leg against the hardness at his crotch, you felt his steady breath against your lips which lingered above his own. The skirts of your dress rode up to your hips. 

Lavender, leather and him. 

“You want me to ask you nicely, my prince?” You purred, relishing in the way Aemond’s jaw clenched when he felt your bare cunt press against his thigh. It sends a wave of pleasure straight through your body. “You want me to beg you to tear this dress off of me? To fuck me until I can no longer think of any word other than your name? To make me yours properly? Beg you to fuck me how you should have every night since our wedding?”

Aemond’s hands were grasping at the flesh all over your body, pulling at the fabric of your pathetic excuse of a gown until it ripped. There was a weight on his chest that only grew at the sight of your perfect skin through the torn fabric, your nipples slipping into his view. 

His voice was low and guttural. “The final chance. Be good and beg.”

“If you wish for me to be good,” you whispered into his ear, moving hastily to grip the back of his neck with one hand and the other holding his chin tightly as he had held yours minutes ago. He let out a strained sound through his teeth as you shifted against his cock, pretending to get comfortable.  “You should not have indulged in that whore.”

Aemond scowled at you. And he could have thrown you off of him but his hands continued to scorch the skin on your hips.

You realised you had never been so close to Aemond as you pressed a trail of tender kisses to his jaw. You were infinitely closer to him than all the times you had held onto him while walking the gardes or while he had bedded you with feigned disinterest. And you were aching with want and desire just as he was, your wetness seeping onto Aemond’s thigh. 

It was nothing in comparison to the rage that you had pent up. With a gasp you ground down on the strong muscle of his thigh, eyes fluttering at the sensation. Holding back a moan, you rested your forehead against Aemond’s and rocked your hips against him. 

You tightened your legs, well aware that Aemond could overpower you and have you under him in seconds. He was allowing you to have your moment and you pulled your hand from his jaw only for it to stay tightly locked as his fingers dug into your hips.

There would be bruises left on your skin for weeks but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, almost groaning out loud when Aemond took control of your movements, pushing and pulling your hips so that your clit rubbed against him perfectly. “Prince Aemond Targaryen. You think you can just do as you like and that there would be no consequences. That I would come crawling back to you so easily?”

A moan slipped from your lips when Aemond shifted his leg. You knew you were getting carried away, that the power you had over him was getting to your head but fuck. It didn’t matter. 

You dropped your hand to where Aemond’s cock pressed against one of your thighs, touching him gently over the sheet that covered him. It still surprised you just how perfectly big Aemond was, thick and hard in your palm. And then you held him firmly, rocking your weeping cunt against his thigh even harder when he groaned. It sent shock after shock straight through your core.

“Did you think I would be on my knees for you so easily just like she was?” You spat, whining at the pleasure that was incomparable to the way you had been touching yourself. Aemond hissed as you slid your hand up and then back down so slowly. “After those shows you put on for me, there is not a chance.” 

Countermoves. Aemond was good at them, even when struggling to even out his breath and regain his composure. “Tell me, which part did you enjoy the most? Was it when I fucked my seed into her throat? Or when was calling your name?” 

You gripped the back of his neck so hard, pushing your soaked pussy harder onto his leg. “Do not-”

Aemond hummed, his grip tightening painfully on your hips as he moved his leg in motion against you. He smirked when you shuddered, caressing your cheek with his nose as he spoke lowly into your ear once again. “I think I know. It was last night, when I had her on my tongue and thought only of how perfect your desperate little cunt would taste instead.”

“Aemond,” you couldn’t help but moan as he rolled your hips deliciously on his thigh. He let out a small, deep laugh at the way you trembled in his hands but you could hear that he was losing himself just as much as you were. “Gods.”

“I wish to know, princess. How many times have you touched yourself since that night, wishing you were in her place?”

You sucked in a breath, rutting against Aemond violently and he only pulled you in harder when you refused to answer his questions. Another moan. “Be quiet, Aemond.”

“Hm,” Aemond nipped at your earlobe. “Do you really want me to stop talking? You know that I can feel how wet it makes your perfect cunt. Desperate little slut.”

Whining and cursing him under your breath, you let yourself really look at him. Aemond’s sapphire eye shone under the early morning light that spilled in from the windows, his eye dark with lust and his jaw clenching as he watched you fall apart on his lap. 

Hips buckling as he continued to pull you back and forth on his thigh, spreading your wetness on the soft expanse of his skin, your legs failed to hold your weight and you had clearly resigned to letting Aemond take control of your pleasure. 

You were right at the edge and just as you started to ride out your orgasm, Aemond spoke.

“If you do not beg me,” he threatened. “I shall stop.”

“Gods, no–do not sto-”

Aemond held you still in response and no matter how you writhed against his grip, you couldn’t move. He was keeping you at the tipping point, smirking at the way you were gasping for air and squirming on his lap. But he was in no calmer state himself and you could tell his resolve was about to shatter. 

“Stand up. I want you on the bed,” He demanded. And when you didn’t move, he let go of your hip to lay a stiff smack to your backside. “Now.”

“No.” 

It was almost too easy and you snatched his wrist before he could return it to your hip, moving your hips and rubbing yourself against his leg again now that he only had one hand to try and control you.   

Aemond’s leg was slick and your clit was sliding deliciously across his skin. Fingernails dug into the flesh of your hips and you could feel Aemond’s frustration as he yanked his hand out of yours. But you blindly grasped at it again, shockwaves of white hot pleasure striking you suddenly as you came undone, your forehead falling forward to rest on Aemond’s as you let out a loud, drawn out moan. 

You shook through your orgasm, holding Aemond tightly. His cock throbbed against your thigh and you almost felt bad. 

“You should understand, my prince, if you continue to bring that whore to your bed then I am not above bringing another man to mine.” You struggled to catch your breath and your legs were still trembling as you stood, stepping away to pick up the coat you had dropped to the floor. 

Aemond glowered at you, his glare strong enough to have made you crumble before him were you not so high on adrenaline. 

“You would not dare,” he all but growled. 

“Have I not surprised you enough already, Lord Husband?” 

Aemond stood, the sheet falling to the floor, entirely naked and stiff against his stomach as he watched you don his coat. The anger in his voice only served to spur you on. “You will not leave. You would not dare to leave.”

“I am a princess, after all,” you looked at him over your shoulder, lip caught between your teeth at the sight of him bare, hard and infuriated. There was disbelief written all over his expression. “You will need to work much harder than that if you want me to give in.”

There was something new in the way Aemond looked at you. As if he was impressed. Admiring you, even through his frustration. And without giving yourself the chance for second thoughts, you walked right out Aemond’s chambers with a triumphant smile. 

[saminsecret]

I'm not the same anon that asked for that deep male reader, but I loved the idea of it. Could you make a similar headcanon, but with the sinclair brothers?

Slashers dating a male!s/o with a deep voice part 2

I didn’t see this ask until now so sorry anon! Hope you like it >.< I love writing for the Sinclair brothers honestly but its been a while since ive watched the movie so excuse my mistakes!

Characters include the Sinclair Brothers!

Male reader!

Vincent Sinclair:

He has to get used to it. He's used to being in the basement alone, surrounded by silence for most of the days as he's working on another art piece. He likes the peace, away from the screams of tourists or arguments with Bo or the confusing chatter from Lester. So when you try to make conversation with him....he's not ignoring you, he just kind of...doesn't know what to think. You speak softly, but your voice is so deep it kind of throws him off his game for those first couple of weeks of being with you.

He wants you to talk more. Eventually, he can't get enough of you and your voice. He'll often sit you down near his desk while he's working on something and just listen to you talk about whatever. Ever so often he'll turn to you and nod to show that he is listening to you so that you don't stop. On the odd day that you are doing something that stops you from being able to sit with him downstairs, he'll find himself restless and unable to create anything worthwhile.

Easily flustered. You say literally anything that has a hint of a flirty undertone and this man is bright red under his mask, fumbling with his hands as he tries to sign back to you. If you whisper something in his ear, flirty or not, he's going to have a heart attack. You have a lot of fun teasing him. He likes it, too! (But he's too embarrassed to admit it)

Bo Sinclair

He tries to deepen his voice around you. It's obvious that he's a bit intimidated by how deep your voice is, but he'll call you an insecure pussy if you try to talk to him about it. He has to be the most intimidating/sexy guy in the room, y/n. Ambrose isn't big enough for the two of you!

He'll pretend to hate your voice, but really he finds it attractive. He'll still tease/bully you to no end about your voice, but once you've started dating he'll slow down the insults considerably (but not entirely). Hopefully your not insecure about it, because he certainly will use anything he can to keep you complacent/with him. "You think you can find anyone else that'll want you with that voice? I'm the best you'll ever hope to have, sweetheart."

He gets PTSD whenever you yell. Whether your joking or actually mad at him, your voice lowers even more when you yell and then suddenly he's a little boy again getting screamed at by his sonofabitch daddy. A switch will flip and he'll go into a rage, cursing you and anyone else out and pushing you out of the way to be alone with his cars. Give him a few hours to himself. Eventually he'll come back to you like it never happened, and if you really loved him, you'd play along.

He gets insanely jealous when tourists comment on your voice. He keeps a cool front, but inside he's already thinking about how the wax will look on their skin. You're voice is attractive, yes, but they aren't allowed to think about his boyfriend, period. If you want the tourists to not die in an extra painful manner, you'd best stay in the house where no one can see hear you.

Lester Sinclair

"Woah! You alright, mister?" He thinks you're sick the first time you meet, and when you explain that that's just how your voice is he'll bombard you with semi-invasive questions. "Did ya' always sound like that? Does it hurt to talk like that?" He literally will grill you in the truck the entire time to Ambrose, ignoring anybody else you might've been with. Lester doesn't do social cues very well, so hopefully you don't take any offense to his questions. At least he's being genuine?

Loves it when you sing. He ain't good at it, but anytime he hears you singing he'll join you, belting out the worst fucking singing you've ever heard in your life. He thinks you'd make a great singer, y/n! You could be a duo! Jonesy could make it a trio! This guy is a riot, y/n.

Gets a little insecure around tourists. As you both escort the newest batch of victims to town, the girl in the back seat just will not shut the hell up about how sexy she thinks your voice is. He tries to laugh it off, but he can't help but think about all the better people you could be with. "I know I ain't no catch, y/n..." You have to reassure him at night about how amazing he is and how much you love him. And if that doesn't work, just remind him that he's the only person who gets to hear your voice in bed and you've got him smiling from ear to ear again.

Jonesy barked at you when she first heard you talk. She's never heard someone so baritone before! Of course, now whenever she hears your voice, it's all tail wags and kisses! Lester loves when the three of you get to finally turn in for the night, cuddled up into a little pile of love.

[elviswhore69]

elvis fucking reader in missionary as she hugs her teddy bear 😵‍💫

A/n : I LOVE this request so so so much!! It's gonna be a short little one but it's something. I hope you like it I am still working on 3 stories rn and have 3 requests left to do and I have to make cover photos so it might take some time and i really do apologize for slacking lately but i promise to mske up for it. ENJOY!!!

LET ME BE YOUR TEDDY BEAR.

TW : light choking, making out, fingering, pinching (once.) , teasing, creampie, unprotected sex, cursing, masturbation (f), slight pain, and cum eating. (Reader licks her own cum off E's fingers)

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You had always loved stuffed animals even when you were a little kid of course. But when Elvis got you a teddy bear for the first time you met you were just over the moon about it. You slept with it, put it in your car, laid with it, took it with you on trips, and even dragged it around the house with you.

Elvis thought it was adorable the way you did that. He loves watching you love something so meaningless in his eyes. One thing he loved about you is that you love anything and everything and everyone. You are the most caring person he has ever known and he tells you all the time.

One night while you were home alone you found yourself so desperate and so needy for Elvis while he wasn't home. As you tried to go to sleep the best you could you clutched onto your teddy bear waiting for Elvis to show. You lay there thinking about Elvis. His tall lean body, his big hands, his face oh his gorgeous face, the way he grabs your waist and hoists your little body up just for a kiss, the way you can feel his co-. . . Before you know it you are slowly shutting your eyes all while drifting your hand down between your legs.

Your grip on your teddy bear becomes even tighter as you begin to rub your clit through your light pink panties. You moan quietly as you place your hand in your panties, feeling the wetness before sliding your finger up and down your slit gathering your wetness.

You lick your lips in anticipation before sliding your fingers into your pussy. As you begin pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy quicker and quicker you begin to moan louder and louder causing you to bring your teddy bear up to your mouth to muffle your sounds.

As you near your orgasm you start rubbing your clit at a fast pace causing your legs to close involuntarily and you to cry out into your teddy bear as you came, shaking uncontrollably until you heard a soft deep voice. "Y/n?" He questions. "Shit" you think. did he see me? You ask yourself before yanking your hand out of your panties and clearing your throat .

"E-Elvis your h-home!" You exclaim. "Hm. Yeah I am." He shrugs dramatically. " W-whats wrong Elvis?" You question as he begins to walk closer. "I don't know baby it's just that .. that I heard some things and maybe even saw some things but I'm not quite sure if they are true . I know my little baby wouldn't do such things without me hm.?" He said as he shoots a smile at you, watching your face blush.

" W-what are you talking about Elvis?" You breathlessly ask. Your head begins to spin thinking of all the things he could've seen. You rutting against your little hand? You moaning and whimpering into your teddy bear? You silently moaning his name? You feel light headed, like your going to pass out. You can't help but blurt out "Oh E! I'm so sorry p-please don't be mad! I just missed you so much! I couldn't h-help it I-" you begin to ramble relentlessly before her shushes you by placing his finger on your puffy pink lips.

"Oh no I ain't mad at ya doll. Just a lil jealous 's all." He says while looking at you, his expression softening lightly. "Jealous o-of what?" You ask quietly as you choke back tears. "Ah now don't cry ain't no need for that. I'm jus a lil jealous of that teddy bear.." he responds by grabbing the bear and slowly wiping your fallen tears with its paw. You giggle a little bit, sniffling while looking up at him.

He stares back at you admiring your feathers and the way a few stray tears slide down your pretty face. He stares at you thinking about all the dirty dirty things he can do to you. He can't take it anymore and finally cups your face in his hand as he slams his lips against yours in a rough kiss. You yelp, not expecting him to be so rough. He moves his hand down to your throat wrapping his hand around it and choking you gently.

He backs away from your face before looking down at your disheveled state. Your hair messed up, your mascara slowly running down your face , the tears, the puffiness of your eyes.. he loves it when you look like this. He looked down between your legs, covered by the blanket. He tries to move it before you quickly grab the blanket stopping him.

He smirks "Awh now what ya hidin from me baby?" He asks before quickly yanking the blanket off you causing you to gasp. He eyes your panties for a second licking his lips and shaking his head. "Sweetheart whats this?" He questions you. "N-nothing E, he got a little h-hot s' all.." you whisper.

"is that so?" He asks as you nod. He knows your lying. He silently stares at your panties for a few seconds before running his rough hands up your legs and on the inside of your thighs before rubbing your clit through your panties as he watches your leg gently twitch and your breathe become laboured.

His lip curls as he smiles widely. "Ya like that dontcha mama?" He questions. "Mhmm" you moan. Your eyes begin to close until they shoot open due to a sharp pain on your thigh. He pinched your thigh to get your attention. "I asked you a question." He says sternly. "Y-yes E!" You yelp. "Good girl.." he praises before slipping his hand into your panties.

"So wet huh?" He asks. "J-just for y-your Elvis.." you say softly. He slides his finger between your folds, collecting your insane amount of wetness before circling your entrance for a minute. He watches as you squirm about on the bed before sliding his wet digit into your hot heat causing a sharp moan to escape you. Your face contorts into pleasure, your eyes shut, your brows furrowed, and your mouth open.

"Mmm, that feel better than your hand baby?" He asks teasingly knowing it does. Everything always felt better when Elvis did it, it was the truth. "Uh hu-" you begin before being cut off as he curls his fingers harshly. Your body tenses as your legs shake and your eyes widen as if you've seen a ghost. "Elvis!" You moan as you cum.

"Oh baby look at the mess you made on my fingers..." He teases yet again as he holds his hand up to your face before tapping your lips signaling for you to open your mouth. You hesitate before opening your mouth, taking his fingers in gratefully, swirling your tounge around his fingers before gently pulling your head away with a *pop!*

You watch as Elvis stands up from the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, smirking at you as he knows how turned on it gets you to watch him undress. You always thought of it as like opening a present on Christmas. Your mouth practically drools at the sight. After he's done with that he removes your panties, lifting your legs carefully.

As he pulls his pants down and places them at the bed of the bed he crawls onto the bed before sitting on his knees and kissing you. Your hands still grip at the teddy bear tightly as he moves away from your face, stroking his hard length before getting off the bed and grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the end of the bed. You yelp softly at the little amount of force in the drag down.

He holds your left leg up from the underside of your knee as he lets your right leg hang off the bed as he taps his cock on your clit then rubbing it up and down softly, staring at your pussy in concentration, he knows what you like and what drives you mad. As you feel him move down to your hole you bring the teddy bear up to your face , covering it.

When you feel the slight burning sensation of his tip popping in your pussy your body twitches slightly as you bite into your teddy bear muffling your noises of slight pain. He notices your actions causing him to lose focus on your pussy for a moment before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "there's more mama... I know you can do it your such a good girl f'me.." he says as he slowly moves his hips forward causing you to gasp loudly and hug your teddy bear for some sort of leverage.

"Shh..shh that's it baby.." Elvis coos as he reaches up and strokes your cheek softly . "Almost there.. don't worry honey.." he says causing a shiver to run down your spine. You never understood how a cock could be so big. It always felt as if it took years to get in.. your thoughts were soon interrupted as he became impatient and quickly bottomed out, he moved the teddy bear before covering your mouth, knowing you were going to be loud. You practically screamed in his hand at the painfull feeling.

"Mm! Mm! Mm!" You struggle into his hand as he begins to move. "Shhh I know doll ya gotta be quiet..." He warns, picking up his pace inside you . Your body rejects him at first causing his thrusts to become a little harsh. You place the teddy bear back over your face as tears form in your eyes. You moan into the pillow as he grabs your hips pulling yours into his.

"Aww baby I hear ya under that bear baby... Ya can't hide ya pretty lil sounds.." he says as he moves his hand down to rub your clit, causing more sounds to fly out of your pretty little mouth. Your back arches as you begin to try and grind your hips onto his fingers yet again desperate for more friction.

"Elvis i-im gonna f-fucking cum-" you cry out pathetically as his thrusts become faster and faster as he lifts up your right leg along with your left leg. You whimper and cry due to the fast pace he has set. "Mhm baby that's right .. cum right on my c-cock.." he grunts out before tilting his head back and cumming into your pussy, you follow shortly after, letting out one more final high pitched moan into your bear as your whole body shakes .

"Your a good girl baby..." He says lowly. "Next time how's about I be your teddy bear? Yeah?" He asks as he kisses your head and pulls out of you softly..

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A/n : this story is so bad . I'm so sorry this took so long I've had personal things going on in my life, and I have been working on another story . Love y'all and hope y'all enjoyed this shitty writing

[thezombieprostitute]

Tech Tuesday: Jake Jensen

Summary: Jake knows he's the luckiest man in the world and it's all because of you.

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used.

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"Y' see, Jake, a lot o' people in this department ain't exactly friendly to others," Sy tells him. "In fact, it can be difficult for me an' Pine to assign anyone to tickets that require interacting with others."

Jake nods, a little nervously. "IT generally doesn't draw the most charismatic people."

"Which is a damn shame because, more and more, it requires some decent people skills," Sy agrees. "That's why Pine an' I were thinking of giving you a promotion." Jake's eyes go wide with shock. "The way things are right now, we assign tickets kinda randomly. We're interested in putting you in charge of the tickets. You'd be takin' on a lot more of the people focused work, the level 1 support, and the others'd be pickin' up more of your programming work. But since we all know workin' with people can be a pain, Pine's made sure to negotiate some more money into our budget for you. If you want the job."

"By 'in charge of tickets' do you mean I'd be taking them all on?"

"No, no, no," Sy assures. "Just that you'd be making them your priority. And you'd be assigning the level 2 and 3 support tickets around the department as you see fit."

"Won't that cut into your work?"

Syverson laughs at that. "Given how much o' my day is puttin' out fires caused by one of ours bein' rude to others in the building, yeah. But that just gives me more time for actually managing y'all, keepin' us up-to-date on projects, security measures and other stuff."

Jake thinks for a moment. "Does this mean I'll also be responsible for Lloyd's complaints about not getting Maestro assigned to his tickets?"

"He has eased up on that," Sy counters. "But yes."

"But this promotion gives me the authority to handle him, right?"

"That's correct."

Jake nods. "I'm in. Thanks so much for this!"

It had taken forever to get the twins to sleep for their afternoon naps. Leia couldn't stop fidgeting, at least until you gave her the Charmander stuffie to hold as you rocked them. But then Luke wanted his Bulbasaur and you ended up with overfull arms. Some days you're surprised your own biceps aren't as big as Jake's!

Jake's performance review was today and you wanted to make sure to cook up his favorite foods. You'd already sent some of his favorite snacks to work with him. You chuckle thinking about how quickly he can down a bottle of Mountain Dew. The bag of gummy worms to go with the meatball sub were, hopefully, a nice surprise for him. Generally all the sweets in the apartment were homemade but you know how much of a comfort gummy worms can be for him.

And after all Jake has done for you, for the twins, how could not comfort him? Be there for him? Jake never once talked down to you. Never made you feel like your hobbies or interests were a waste of time. He always made sure you felt loved and appreciated. You'd been together for so many years but you still giggle like a teenager whenever you think of him. And you know he does the same. Heck, you giggle as you think of him blushing pink and smiling as he thinks about you.

He's been working so hard to make sure you and the twins were provided for. The budget was sometimes tight but Jake made enough and your commissions were a good supplement. It just made sense for your little family to have a stay-at-home parent. Childcare costs for twins could be rough. But you got more creative with recipes, clothing, toys; your families were happy to help with a lot of the baby supplies; all of it resulting in all of you being able to live a nice, modest but incredibly happy life.

As the twins nap you get to work on the 5-cheese mac you know Jake loves. You're positive his performance review will go well, but it doesn't hurt to have a comfort food ready for him when he gets home.

Jake was practically bursting with excitement when he came home. As soon as he walked through the door the twins held out their hands, smiling, "Dada! Dada!" It always made his heart melt that they looked forward to his coming home. He picked them both up and spun, making them squeal with laughter. He takes a deep breath and knows what you're cooking up for dinner, making him smile even more. He's almost tearing up from how loved he feels.

"Dinner's just about ready," you call from the kitchen.

Jake looks to Luke and Leia, "you ready for dinner? Smells like Mama cooked up some really good food for us!" They both start chattering and laughing as Jake dances them over to their highchairs and gets them settled in. He joins you in the kitchen to help you carry things out and greets you with a big kiss.

"I take it the review went well?"

He starts visibly shaking with excitement, "so well! Let's get dinner started and I'll tell you!"

"Tease!" you smile at him as the two of you take things out to the table, making him laugh. Seeing him laugh causes the twins to renew their laughing and your heart warms all the more for it.

You and Jake alternate dishing out the food for yourselves and the twins. Even though it's certainly cooled down, Luke still holds out his spoon of mac and cheese for you to blow on it. Meanwhile Jake is helping to portion control Leia's ketchup for her chicken nuggets. Both of you are certain she'd drink the ketchup if left unattended so you've developed a system of adding a little dollop to each one as she's eating. Sometimes Jake thinks she views it as a game to play and he hopes she never grows out of it.

After the twins are sated a bit, you and Jake can finally dig in to your own plates. Jake gives all the appreciative moans he knows make you smile. It helps that your cooking is genuinely so damn delicious.

"Now will you finally tell me how the review went?"

"I'm getting a promotion!"

You squeal with happiness, causing a chain reaction with the twins. "A promotion! That's so wonderful! So well deserved!"

Jake blushes, "thank you, Sunshine. And it even comes with a pay raise! I think, after a few months, we can start looking at getting a bigger place!"

"Oh, Jakey! That's so wonderful! I really feel like we should celebrate!"

"I can think of a few ways to celebrate," Jake says, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Definitely," you confirm with a giggle as heat rushes to your face. "I'm also thinking we should do a gaming night."

Jake's eyes go wide, "yes, please! Oh that would be so amazing! Not as amazing as you, but still amazing. God I love you so much, Sunshine! You're the best thing to ever happen to me---"

"I feel the same about you, Jakey," you say softly.

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Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory;

@late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[freelanceexorcist]

OK. I watched the first chapter of Ever Crisis First Soldier episode 2 and of course I have thoughts.

Cut for spoilers and length.

Sephiroth has officially become a sympathetic character. I mean, he always was, but there's no doubt about it being official now.

The way he's acting toward people, pushing them away? He's not being arrogant or sullen or a dick. He's a sad, traumatized kid with crappy self-esteem. He's in pain and grieving the loss of Glenn, Matt and Lucia's friendship. He's trying to convince himself that he's a soulless machine because machines don't have to feel what he's feeling. He's pushing everyone away because he doesn't want to make the choice he had to make between saving Rosen and saving himself and his friends. If you're cold, calculating and ruthless, such choices are a lot easier.

Except he's not any of those things or he wouldn't be acting the way he is. He wouldn't care, but he obviously does here. If you push everyone away and keep them at arms length, it doesn't hurt so much when they inevitably leave.

Except Angeal ain't havin' none of that. He's gonna make Sephiroth his bro if it kills both of them. The dynamic between these two so far is

And you know it works, too, and at least they get ten good years as friends after that.

So yes, the Sephiroth from Episode 1 is still there, but he's depressed and traumatized. If he returned to Midgar between episodes, he probably got a good dressing down from the top brass at Shinra and suffered who knows what at Hojo's hands. He's hurting and I think on some level Angeal knows that, which is why he's trying so hard to break through.

Now let's talk about Sephiroth's dream. I hope that was just a regular dream and not Jenova fucking with him because that would be a real kick in the nuts. I'm going to say it was an actual dream triggered by seeing Alissa "Definitely Not Jenova" Goldie and her uncanny resemblance to Lucrecia. And he was handed an empty bowl and told it was pumpkin soup because he doesn't know what pumpkin soup looks like. He just knows it would be good and that his mama would make him some if she could.

And speaking of Definitely Not Jenova. Nope, definitely not Jenova or Hojo mindfucking him. Not at all.

But since I'm a glass half full kinda gal when it comes to these things, I'm considering another angle. Yeah, purple and purplish pink are colors associated with Jenova, but those lights swirling around Alissa remind me of will o' the wisps or spook lights. Depending on which culture's folklore you're looking at, these can represent elemental spirits, the fae or demons (demons as in "spirit that never walked the earth in physical form" and not the Biblical nasties).

What if a forest spirit or similar entity took an interest in Sephiroth and wanted to get a closer look to see what makes him tick? Such an entity wouldn't really understand humans, so throwing Hojo in his face wouldn't strike it as being cruel or malicious. It was just curious to see how he would react.

Yeah, it's probably Jenova. "Those you hate, those you fear, those you love" after all. The other idea is worth considering, though.

Some odds and ends:

*i'm glad that the existence of female SOLDIER operatives has been confirmed. Not sure how I feel about them having to wear coochie cutters while the guys get real pants, though.

*I wonder how Sephiroth will get Masamune from its namesake. I'm going to be optimistic and say Mr. Epic Eyebrows will deem him worthy of receiving it, because that's how that seems to be shaping up at first glance. My prediction is that Masamune will pop up at times throughout the story to observe Sephiroth and test his mettle. He already knows Sephiroth is worthy, and these interactions will serve to verify that.

*Bachman's kind of a pain in the ass, isn't he? Sephiroth isn't your show pony, dude. He didn't even know you'd be tagging along.

*EC is really playing up how innocent and good these kids were back in the day. Angeal certainly had it helped along by his upbringing, but it took work for Sephiroth to maintain his goodness. He's the way he is despite his childhood, not because of it.

*I know I sound like a broken record but bog standard villains just don't get that kind of development. We're not supposed to see them sympathetically. At least not the ones for whom a redemption arc isn't in the works. We're supposed to cheer when they get what they have coming in a movie or on a show. We're supposed to feel accomplished when we beat them as the final boss in the game. We're not supposed to see their inevitable defeat as the heartbreaking last act of a tragic life.

*EC took pains to make the connection between the purehearted pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth and the Sephiroth at the Edge of Creation. It's looking more and more to me like EoC Sephiroth and the Sephiroth menacing the party are two different people. Or, more accurately, two versions of the same person from two different universes/timelines and one of them isn't answering to Jenova anymore (if he ever did in the first place).

*I mean come on. The symbolism. The white feathers (which pop up all over Rebirth, too). This:

*That's not there by accident or because it looks cool. It's a single white wing to contrast with Jenovaroth's single black wing and highlight the differences between the two. The battle theme that plays during the behemoth fight is called White Winged Angel, fercryin' out loud! I will die on this hill.

That's all for now. Thanks for sticking around to the end of this if you did.

[bleach-your-panties]

Rosie my dearrr! For the Valentine's event could I pretty please ask for letters: D,F,J, and O with kenpachi ♥️

Ask and you shall receive, my love👏🏼❤️

dividers by @/hitobaby

❥⋱D - Dick: he’s gonna give you that Valentine’s Day D! What’s it like? (His dick, that is)

LONG HARD DICK (sorry). But it’s true. He has a good 9 ¾ -10 inches, (HARRY POTTER HEADASS DICK) I'm so sorry.

It is very girthy as well; it's so heavy that it hangs between his thighs. It's a deep tan color, darker than his skin tone with a medium-darker brown-colored tip. Thick veins atop the shaft, pubes black like his hair, and hairy, heavy balls (lol).

He is terrible at manscaping, you have to help him. He also doesn't wear underwear, so you can see his print if you look closely.

❥⋱F - Freaky: What’s his kink?

Posted here!

❥⋱J - Jamz: Slow Jamz to be exact. What song does he like to get it on to?

🎵Scratchin’ Me Up - Trey Songz

"Can't another couple compete, when we in the sheets; breakfast in bed, love the way I eat

I love the way it be, we a couple freaks,

Rockin' to the rhythm and the rhythm of the beat"

----

"Girl, you scratchin' me up

But it's cool (I love it)

'Cause I love when we touchin' (I love it)

I love when we kissin' (I love it)

Sexin', you be scratchin' me up"

----

"Hold on, girl, don't you lose it

It's made for you, please use it

Scratch my body up, girl, I don't mind

Imma take your pain if you take mine"

ᰔ

🎵Please Excuse My Hands - Plies, Jamie Foxx, The Dream

"With my hands I can make you do a lot of thangs,

Have you engaging in some activities you can't explain,

Leave my fingerprints on every inch of yo damn frame,

With this one finger, I could make you get off the chain"

----

"Get that liquor in me, and my hands, they get they own brain

They wanna touch ya, they wanna rub ya, they wanna feel ya frame,

Run my hands through yo hair and go against yo grain

Let me massage ya baby, and help ya ease yo pain"

----

"If I can't squeeze ya and I can't hold ya, it don't feel the same,

It ain't my fault, baby, my hands the one to blame"

❥⋱O - Orgasm: Does he cum quick? Or is his stamina crazy as fuck? What about you? How many times can he make you cum?

*chuckles*

LONG NIGHTS AHEAD FOR YOU.

The man has stamina for days. Not just hours. DAYS. All that damn fighting he does.

He won't stop unless you stop him, or you pass out. Whichever comes first. Definitely use a safe word with him.

The most times he's made you cum during a single session is ELEVEN. (Hehe🤭)

Stay hydrated, you're gonna need it with him. He's gonna drain you of every drop of cum you’ve got, and still go back for some more.

----

valentine a-z ©bleach-your-panties. do not steal, repost, or upload my shit to tik tok! comments appreciated. reblogs always welcome.

[yuseirra]

More about 159~

hahaha XD aw, GOSH this comic is CRAZY, I think it would be fun if I read it as books and in volumes, it's because it's incomplete, and scattered eps that things feel so tense and awkward, I'm sure. It'd have more sense of flow as a volume.

I wrote a lot of things based on my stream of consciousness this morning (because well I draw hikaai and I DO care a lot about character portrayals and analysis) and I want to share it with you all! I reread it after the heat of the moment and I find it really funny,

If you want to feel assured about Ai and Hikaru (and perhaps ONK as a whole) or like the ship hikaai, I feel this is another post that could help you. Like I said in my ch 159 review, if this ain't it, I have no idea where this is going to head and I might as well take a break off from this piece for a bit and get some air. P3R episode Aigis is coming out on the 10th (great timing!) but I think I'm on the right track. I got so many things right since I picked this up thus far :D So for now, here we go again:

This is just my intuition and a piece mostly based on gut feelings.

Ha;; This morning, I saw someone extremely worried about Kamiki and Ai and couldn’t leave them feeling uneasy... I’m not in a position to calm others down, though!! I'm the one who needs to be calmed!! give me time to brace myself!!! I get tense because I care about where the story's gonna go too!!! I analyze characters and make fan works. I HAVE to look into the source material and make sense of things in order to do that o<-< I’m really stuck with this manga, aren’t I? What a ride... Okay I know the character looks a bit out of it. But listen, even if we criticize the character, we should wait for the next chapter before doing so. Come on, what would Kamiki even LIE about in the first place? Let’s sit down and think calmly. Let’s go over the facts.

Honestly, it would have been better for Kamiki if Ai wasn’t an idol. If Ai hadn’t been an idol, Ai wouldn't have had to die for deciding to keep her very kids with him!! Ai was murdered because she was an idol who had a boyfriend and kids(it's an absurd reason but to Ryosuke, that was his reason to go through with it). If she hadn’t loved Kamiki, she wouldn’t have died. This isn’t Kamiki’s fault, of course!! To add, if Ai weren’t an idol, they might not have broken up in the first place. Even if they had broken up, Ryosuke wouldn’t have tracked Ai down and killed her!! Things would have been so much better for this character if Ai hadn’t been an idol. His situation on the matter, It's totally the opposite of Nino and Ryosuke’s!

To Kamiki, Ai was certainly one-of-a-kind and irreplacable, yeah. But from Kamiki’s perspective, Ai was never a perfect, flawless figure that he found the need to idolize. She was someone who learned acting from him, who was clumsy and scattered, who needed his guidance in the beginning. She shared the same pain, opened up to him, understood him, accepted him, and loved him. Even though she gave him a deep wound and they parted ways, even when he thought she didn’t love him anymore, she remained precious to him to the point where he was willing to give his life for her. She was the person he wanted to marry. Ryosuke and Nino would kill her for not being perfect enough, but that’s not who Kamiki is. He’s actually the biggest victim of that incident only after AI herself. If Ai had survived, he might have been able to meet their children, reunite with Ai, clear up misunderstandings, and more importantly, Ai would still be alive. That alone would have made life more bearable for Kamiki than living in a world without her. I keep saying this but I'm sure he wouldn't have leaked the address to Ryosuke on purpose. I wrote many theories about this and I came to a conclusion that it must have been a mistake on his end, after getting drunk from sadness after Ai dumped him in the phone call. What kind of mastermind could he even be regarding this case? He was 19 at the time. It's total nonsense. There is no reason for him to try and attack Ai who tells him she has their children growing smart and healthy. He's lying about it to Aqua to make him feel better about avenging him because he believed that's what him and Ai's wanted.

What kind of grand conspiracy could a character like this possibly be behind? At least when it comes to Ai’s death, I don’t think he’s responsible. Even if he grew mad, I feel like that would have taken place after it happened. So what is it that this character wants? I’ve been curious about that too-

When I heard anime S2's opening, I immediately realized!! He wants to see Ai again! Would Aqua say something like,

Aqua has Ruby, Kana, and Akane. He’s not going to live just to get closer to Ai or live solely for her love. Maybe to fulfill Ai’s wishes, but that’s different.

“Without you, I cannot live anymore

I would sacrifice anything for you

I can’t get enough of your love

What should I use to fill in what’s missing?”

If Kamiki has any goal, it’s this: He's never been seen to have a desire for Ai to be the ultimate, perfect idol. He’s not twisted that way. If he’s twisted, it’s more like, “I’ll give anything for Ai.”

Think about it. If someone you love died, what would you want most? You’d want them to live again, right? You wouldn’t go around committing serial murders saying, “No one can surpass them!” You’d just want to see them again if there was even the smallest chance. That’s the most important thing. Nino and Ryosuke are twisted. They liked Ai as an idol, not as a person. But this person has two cute kids with Ai... even though they never got to see them properly. He says he has paternal love, and I believe that because there’s no reason for him to hate the kids. He was prepared to take responsibility, after all. Wouldn’t he be happy about having kids with Ai? Wouldn’t he find them adorable, especially since they look so much like him and the one he loves? Seeing how much he still cares for Ai, he’d probably love their kids too. He refers to them as "Yours(Ai's) and mine". He’d probably want to bring Ai back for the sake of the kids, if not for himself. He even believes Ai died because of him, so that would only add to his desperation and longing. When someone dies, they can’t come back, so that possibility doesn’t usually cross the mind-

However, It seems that the songs are saying there is some kind of hope for that becoming a reality even if the chances are very slim. To think Kamiki would have wanted to preserve Ai’s image as an idol and that's what's been driving him? No way. That’s exactly what killed Ai. He’d probably be sick of that... He just wants Ai to live. That’s his motive. He’s been hanging onto that.

As for the Hikaai ship, I had been holding off on judgment until Ai’s feelings came out. I felt like I won’t know until I hear from Ai herself how she feels about him so I waited out for quite long till the entirety of the movie arc, until it got its closure-

And it really occurs to me, people don’t seem to realize how much thought and conviction it takes for Ai to feel that strongly about a person.

Ai is scared, has a sensitive soul, overthinks things, is defensive, and gets wary. She’s afraid to love and get close to people because she doesn't want to get hurt.

But Ai couldn't give up Kamiki’s child because they were what she had with him, even while she was afraid it would be a burden to him!! Do you know how much certainty, affection, and love that takes? It doesn’t seem to resonate with people as much as it does for me, it's such a deep and strong feeling. That's what really got me. She was scared, but she still wanted them because they were theirs...and she protected their children with all her heart that point onward.

This kind of love is something that you might encounter just once in your lifetime, you might never get to meet someone like that at all.

So I thought, “Good for Ai. She found someone she loved that much.” Kamiki must have been a really precious person to Ai to make her feel that way.

In my opinion, for someone to make Ai feel like that, they would have to be the kind of person who would give out their every part of their organ, even their heart to her if that's necessary, and still think it’s not enough. And when you listen to the songs, the speaker does really seems to express that kind of emotion. That's why I thought 'Oh, this is definitely Ai's lover. This is Kamiki that's saying these things.'

You have to trust Ai’s judgment. Ai is serious about love, and she found someone to give it to. He's the one person she decided on. She wanted to live her life with him, worried about him until the end, named her children after jewels because they looked like the one she loved. Had her son who takes after his dad so much have the characters "love" and "longing" in his name. That’s how much she adored him.

What does that tell you? And when you look at the backstory, it seems Kamiki thought he loved Ai even more than she loved him.

Then that must mean he must have treated her really well. So, it’s not about whether Kamiki loved Ai or not anymore. That's totally just a given!! What’s important now is what he has done since Ai's death.

In chapter 155, he said he was "going to do what he could for Ai" and left. Then Aqua showed up near him in this chapter saying, “I need to save you.”

When you listen to the songs, the narrator keeps saying they don’t mind dying. This is a character who has already said they could die for Ai. So what will they do? I think they’re planning to die “for Ai.” But is offering something for Ai or dying for her really what Ai would want? No. Ai would want Kamiki to live and be happy, and they know that, but they’re lying to themselves. That’s the lie this character tells. It’s a self-sacrificing but self-satisfying kind of thing. That's why Aqua says the lies "are for his own sake". This also explains why Ai left a message asking to help Kamiki. This character is someone who could go to extremes "for Ai", but Ai didn’t want that, which is why Aqua is trying to stop it.

If this isn’t the case, then I won’t be able to make sense of this manga... Haha, the Persona 3 DLC will be out soon, so I’ll just go play that...

This feels right to me, though. If it’s not, I don’t know what else it could be;;

Maybe Kamiki's been possessed by an evil god? But even if that’s the case, the motive he has would probably still be about "saving Ai".

On another note, Kamiki was so gentle and kind in his tone when speaking to Aqua. He spoke really softly, didn’t he?

If he had been able to raise the kids with Ai, he would have been the type to pamper and spoil them... He'd have been a sweet dad. I feel like Ai really did choose a good guy to father her kids.

The way he speaks to Aqua feels quite similar to the last lines and atmosphere of the lyrics of Mephisto.. something about it will be brought up soon, I mean Aqua's wearing that same clothes.

To Kamiki, Aqua must be his and Ai’s cute son, right? But does he know Aqua’s soul is originally that of a 30-something-year-old doctor? If he’s possessed by an evil god, maybe he is aware of these things. But if he doesn’t, it might be a bit awkward. His son is almost the same age as him inside...

Aqua is Aqua, though? But that thought still made me laugh a little. I could imagine Kamiki suddenly speaking very formally towards Aqua upon figuring out he's actually the doc who aided Ai with delivering his children safely. Kamiki seems like the type to speak with a lot of courtesy... the way he speaks has been very polite. It depends on the character, but I think that is part of how he is originally.

[ebonysplendor]

psst 👀 you should check out “Where He is King” by mellowbile on itch.io

Hmm...heard 👀

TL;DR: He's a joker, a jester, an absolute clown...but the pain that he puts us through is no joke

That was horrible, I know. I couldn't think of anything else. Plz let me live ._.

Game Link: https://mellowbile.itch.io/where-he-is-king

Notable Features: Nameless MC, Female MC, Demon/God LI(?), Yandere LI(?), Choice-heavy story Spiciness: 0/5 -- Unless you're into the whole dismembered from the inside out thing, then 5/5. No kink shaming here LI(?) Red Flags: 5/5 -- Physically abusive, Torture, Sadist. That's about it, but it's pretty gruesome/vivid stuff

Wanna know more? Not if you're not at least 18! Y'all were good until it got updated a few days or so ago due to the gore. Anyways, if you're part of the 18+ club, let's get into it!

!! C O N T E N T !! !! W A R N I N G !!

He looks more like a jester to me, but it may trigger that whole fear of clowns thing...just a heads up

So, this one was a request, which I'm always excited about, so of course I had to give it the old college try. To be honest, I saw and played this the same day that I had gotten the request (hence why I wrote the whole "y'all were good until a few days ago" thing, because it was a few days ago at the time), but I really wanted to get that Trembling Essence review out first, and then, I started adulting and lost track of time, and then a month went by, and yeah. Not to mention that I was looking FOREVER for a particular ending; I'll get into that more once the review portion comes along. Anyways.

Now, admittedly, this one wasn't too much of my style but...actually, just take a look at this:

I actually appreciate the disclaimer because, admittedly, the first thought I had was "This feels gorey for the sake of being gorey", but after remembering what they had said about it being more emotionally charged writing, I realized that it actually was pretty emotionally charged. Like, the writing itself was actually pretty solid and the art? Ugh, I loved the visuals. Those of you who have been rocking with me for some of my reviews know that I get completely undone over sprites, CGs, and all that visual stuff.

Admittedly, I don't really have too much to say in the intro. All that I want to say seems more appropriate for the review portion, so I'm going to go ahead and jump into talking about the game itself. As per typical, I'm going to tell you as much about the game without ruining the game itself.

So boom.

We're on the run. Well, let me rephrase that: we were on the run, but our ankle is kind've AFK, at the moment, and running isn't really an option right now. Just as a little backstory, the reason why we're trying to get away from him is because everything is literally going to shit, or Hell, more accurately. Villagers are disappearing, children are either becoming runaways or being abducted, and there's this hypnotic music that's (assumed to be) always playing in the background from a taunting distance, being just barely heard. Not long after, a devil -- that was intentional, by the way, because he's not the devil, but a devil. He ain't that special, but he's still dangerous -- catches up to us.

Friedrich "JunJingl" Marchosias. Yeah, I jumbled the pronunciation of that last name, too, but just know that that's his name lmao.

Naturally, he starts to taunt us, calling us a "broken toy" because our ankle is sprained, and we aren't much for running right now, which makes his pursuit less amusing for him. This wouldn't be such an issue if, one, Sir Jester Douche wasn't a literal psycho and a pretty serious threat, and two, we weren't literally the last human alive. That's right folks: we're what remains of humanity. Okay, well, maybe not that dramatic, but it seems that way because the people that would've been in the surrounding area are either dead or they were a part of his army, but that's not reassuring either because he only took the children for his army -- we're a full grown adult, so our fate isn't looking too good.

At this point, he's getting pretty pissed at us. That's because he's been talking mad shit this whole time, but we've been silent throughout his whole lil' speech. Like, oh, pardon me for my brain shutting down and putting survival at the top of the list, my good sir.

We indulge in his arrogance briefly, but just long enough for us to stall him while we make a gameplan. Now, here's the thing: if we make a run for it, we're probably going to die because our ankle is pretty messed up, but if we stay and keep talking to this psycho clown...we're probably going to die.

Huh. Okay then. With that being realized...

We bolt. We are outta of there. Point blank period, because it's like, if our chance of death is pretty much inevitable, we may as well make him work for it.

That's kind've falling flat though, because he's right on our tail, and he's not even putting in the effort while doing it. We can't worry about that for too long though, because we hear this music playing and...oh shit.

It's going from bad to worse. Now, we have to worry about his entire army chasing after us, too. It doesn't matter though because survival is still at the top of the list, no matter how slim or nonexistent the chance may be; we keep running. We run and run and run and run until we get to this well. Granted, it may have been a stupid move, but we actually managed to get a good bit of distance, and we stop to get a drink from the well. Like I said, probably a stupid move, but shit, we don't have much of a chance of survival if we're dehydrated. ...Actually, we don't have much of a chance of survival if we are hydrated, either, but a bitch is thirsty, so we get that damn drink, or so we thought we were going to. What we were expecting was a well full of rainwater.

It's full of blood.

We don't even have time to be scared before Friedrich pops up behind us. With our survival instincts kicking in, we get on our gangster shit. We notice that the bucket was silver and recall how a lot of the things in the village had been replaced with silver dupes because it could ward off evil. When I say that we got a good ass grip on that silver bucket...

And absolutely knocked his shit in?! We blasted the hell out of him with that bucket. Look at this man's face.

Lmao, no babes. Not that face.

Lol not that one either...

Ah, yes. We...might have just plummeted our inevitable chance of death to an inevitable certainty of death...

And the story continues from this point, my friends! Actually! This is only one route of ten! Which ending is this you ask? Lol like I'm going to tell you. You'll have to play the game for yourself to find that out. Just be cautious, because it does get a little...messy.

Okay, so! ...Wasn't really my cup of tea, not gonna lie, but it wasn't bad!

First and foremost, let's get into the visuals of this game. The art was definitely pleasing to look at. Like, ugh, I love CGs and sprites and visual effects and all of that, and this game had a looooot of them. Like, take a little lookie look.

Chef's kiss work right there. I really, really, really loved the artwork. Definitely my favorite aspect of this game.

Now, like I said in the beginning, the gore was pretty "in your face" and definitely gives the initial impression of being gorey for the sake of being gorey; however, I made sure that I read it with the "emotionally charged" disclaimer in mind. Pleasantly enough, I actually could get that vibe. The dev gave the go-ahead for personal interpretations but, mmm, nah. Even though I'm not the most analytical person, I was going to let you all in on my weird thoughts, but nah, I think I'll pass on that for another day.

Put it this way though, obviously, I took it as a metaphor for being in pain, but hear me out (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE BY THE WAY): it's not just physical pain, but that pain that you feel from the inside. You know, that internal pain that's so intense that it feels like it's literally tearing you apart from the inside out. The worst part about that type of pain is that, even though you want to die, there's something that's keeping you alive, and it feels like literal torture. To me, the game was a huge metaphor for fighting to survive but staying alive feels like torture, and you're just left constantly wishing for it to just end -- maybe a sprinkle of being haunted by past mistakes and a possibly wavering faith? (TRIGGER WARNING END). Anyways, that interpretation may make more sense if you decide to actually play it for yourself. Lol I guess I did let you guys in on my thoughts after all. Guess we're getting kinda close at this point, huh?

Also anyways, another reason why it took me so long to post was because for the LIFE of me, I could not frickin figure out how to get ending number 7!! At the time, the game was extremely new. Like, still in the box wrapped in plastic new, and I was like "Shit, I'm on my own, and I'm dumb". I spent so much time and literally revisited the game on different days to see if I had accidentally skipped something and found nothing new. I looked through the files, and I was like "Bro, I've literally seen all of these sprites and CGs. What am I possibly missing?". When I say that it was driving me nuts... BUT THEN! I WENT TO THE GAME PAGE AND I SAW THIS

OH BLESS IT. I WASN'T BEING AN IDIOT; ENDING 7 JUST DIDN'T EXIST. THE RELIEF THAT I FELT. At the same time though, I was like "...why was there no ending 7?" But minor concern. Very minor.

Overall, the game was pretty damn solid! Lots of gore for sure, and I definitely didn't mind it, but the initial reaction was gore just for the sake of gore; however, when you really give it a chance, the writing's actually pretty okay. My favorite thing about it was by far the art and my other favorite thing was that we got to blast Friedrich's ass with that bucket. That was so satisfying. I mean there were consequences, yeah, but we still got our lick in lmao.

Welp, that's pretty much all from me! I recommended giving it a solid playthrough or two! I recommend it so much, I'll put the link right here so that you can give it a try. Also! Apparently they have a tumblr page for their art, and I'll link that here as well! I didn't see anything for a donation, but if you find otherwise, I'm sure they'd appreciate the monetary support. If you're broke, like me, send them some encouraging words and let them know "Hey, you did a thing, and I think that you should continue to do that thing because you're pretty good at it!"

But yeah, I'm going to end it here so that way I can FINALLY get this posted! Sorry for being MIA for a little. Adulting really be adulting, and I am ill-prepared for it a lot of the time ^^;

Anyways! Remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Where He Is King

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[adaptacy]

Also on the other post you posted there was a request for johnny to hang the reader up in the slaughter house to play with, and carve his name into and idk if you wrote it but I can’t find it if you did — if not would love to read that!

happy to oblige :)

"Ow- Johnny, down, please," you whined, trying to keep your squirming to a minimum, but it wasn't anywhere close to easy. It wasn't deep, only maybe a half inch, but he was doing it in the worst place.

"You can handle a tattoo. This ain't much different," Johnny replied, holding your leg with one arm as you hung in the small shed on his property, sweat beading on your stomach and legs where the sun hit. There was some on your forehead, too, the Texas heat seeping into the shelter even if you were more or less covered.

"Not when it's on my- Ow!" You winced, gritting your teeth as your leg flinched, twitching from it's place trapped under Johnny's arm. "Not when it's my thigh, please. Just- go a little lower, Johnny," you pleaded, but Johnny shook his head, only clamping down on your leg harder.

"Too late now, sweetpea. Already got the J down," he responded, and you groaned, resisting the urge to kick him despite your body's gut instinct.

"Can you go a little lighter, then?" You grunted, letting your head fall back as you took careful breaths in and out, trying to find a release for the pain.

"Nuh-uh," he responded, and you tensed up again when you felt his tongue run over the cut, causing it to sting even more. "It ain't gonna stay if I got lighter. Yer fine, darlin'. Besides, best to prepare you for the brand. If you think this is bad..." he chuckled, pausing his speech to focus as he sliced an O into your skin, and you blinked back tears.

"I thought you were... Ouch, joking about that?" You whispered, trying to subtly hint that you were preferring he was joking about that.

"Awh, that ain't any fun. I think you'd look real cute with a big ol' J.S. on yer hip. Plus, I think the heat seals the wound. Ain't gonna be as bad as ya think," he responded, licking your thigh once more when he finished the O. He started the H, which was quick, thankfully.

"God, you're going to kill me," you whined, closing your eyes. You gasped as he licked over the H, and when his knife pricked you for the start of the N, your leg flinched- though, this time it wasn't the one being held down.

Completely out of your control, your knee reflexively tensed, coming up and knocking him in the forehead as leaned forward to mark you. He was sitting on a small chair next to your hanging body, and he recoiled at the blunt attack, shaking it off rather easily. "What did I tell you?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I promise, Johnny. I'm so sorry- are you alright?" You asked, lifting your head to look down at you, but then you realized what he'd said, and you frantically shook your head. "Wait, waitwaitwait, Johnny, please, I promise it was an accident, I've-"

"Shame, ain't it? Strap in, sweetpea," he chuckled, and you released an exhausted groan. When he'd finished the letters of his name, and thoroughly licked the blood from your thigh, he shifted forward, wiping his blade clean.

"Johnny, it really wasn't on purpose, you know that," you whimpered, still trying your chance at winning him over.

"Oh, I know, pumpkin. But I still gotta teach you a lesson. Anyways, I think this oughta look mighty fine with a lil' clarification," he hummed, gently kissing your thigh.

You gave a guilty smile as you felt the knife puncture your skin again, carving in a perfect 'P'.

Johnny's Property.

[hazelira]

skeletons by keshi

Ni-ki stared at the ceiling of the dorm room, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound breaking the silence. He could hear his hyungs in the living room, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside him. He was only 18, but sometimes it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on his shoulders.

Stressed out. Feeling lost and I don't know what to do now. What I chose ain't really gonna work out. Fallin' six feet underneath the floor now. Think I'm gonna tap out.

He remembered the early days, stepping into the world of I-Land at just 15. Back then, the excitement of pursuing his dreams had fueled him, kept him going through the grueling training and intense competition. But now, four years later, the hate and negativity seemed to overshadow everything else.

Ni-ki sat up, running a hand through his hair. The comments, the accusations, the endless scrutiny—they all played on a loop in his mind. People called him mean, cold, a bully. They said he was too mature, too arrogant for his age. But they didn't see the kid still trying to learn, to grow, to understand the world around him.

Feel bad, go to bed. Wake up even worse yeah. So sad, in my head. Feeling like a curse. I need medicine, medicine, medicine.

He knew his hyungs worried about him. They saw the toll it was taking, but he didn't want to burden them with his pain. He tried to smile, to laugh along, but the shadows in his heart refused to lift.

With a sigh, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through social media. The hate was relentless, cutting into him with every word. He knew he should ignore it, but it was impossible to escape. Even now, years after I-Land, people still held on to their negative perceptions.

All my skeletons out for the taking. Yeah, I don't even know if I'ma make it. I'm afraid of myself and I hate it. All my skeletons out for the taking. Somebody take 'em.

He put the phone down and buried his face in his hands. He felt like he was falling apart, the pressure eating away at him. The public's expectations, the antis' venom, the solo stans' criticism—it was all too much.

A soft knock on his door made him look up. Sunoo stood there, his eyes filled with concern. "Hey, you okay?"

Ni-ki forced a smile. "Yeah, just tired."

Sunoo didn't look convinced, but he didn't push. Instead, he walked over and sat beside Ni-ki, pulling him into a comforting hug. "We're here for you, you know that, right?"

Ni-ki nodded, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. He leaned into Sunoo, taking solace in his hyung's warmth. "I know. It's just... hard."

I wanna run away, the day to day is taking its toll on me. And I'm tearing at the seams. Throw it all away. Give a fuck about what they say. I gotta disagree. This ain't really fun for me.

"You're not alone," Sunoo whispered. "We all see what you're going through. And we hate seeing you like this."

Ni-ki swallowed hard, the tears finally spilling over. "I just wish... I wish people could see the real me. Not the version they created in their heads."

"They will," Sunoo assured him. "And even if they don't, we'll always have your back."

Ni-ki clung to those words, drawing strength from them. He wasn't alone. He had his members, his family. And no matter how much the world tried to tear him down, he knew they would always be there to pick him back up.

Feel bad, go to bed. Wake up even worse yeah. So sad, in my head. Feeling like a curse. I need medicine, medicine, medicine.

As the night wore on, Ni-ki found himself surrounded by his hyungs. They didn't need to say anything; their presence was enough. They knew his struggles, his pain, and they stood by him, offering silent support.

In that moment, Ni-ki realized that while the hate might never fully go away, neither would the love and support of his members. And that, more than anything, gave him the strength to keep going.

All my skeletons out for the taking. Yeah, I don't even know if I'ma make it. I'm afraid of myself and I hate it. All my skeletons out for the taking. Somebody take 'em.

He closed his eyes, letting the comfort of his family wash over him. He would face the world again tomorrow, but tonight, he was safe. He was loved. And that was enough.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Follow-up to that anon. What if Waylon and s/o get in a fight from tensions being high and maybe Waylon lets the touch thing slip. Then s/o stops and explains to him (albeit with heightened emotion) that they thought he didn't want to be touched. That they were too afraid to cause him pain. But that they want a normal relationship with him, or as normal as they can have.

"Aloe Vera" Killer Croc x Reader

okay sorry I know it's been a few days since I posted but here we go- the sequel to "Bad Skin."

TW: internalized ableism

The pot had finally built to a boiling point between the two of you. He was away too often and you had asked after him one two many times. Words came out that tasted bitter in your mouths. Small digs and insults neither of you really meant.

It's when he finally snarls, "Why the fuck do you care? You won't even touch me! You think I'm a freak like everyone else!"

It makes you pause. Wait. What? No. That's not- He doesn't like being touched, obviously that's why you weren't touching him! This is a short back and forth between the two of you describing why it was thought he didn't like touching-

"I thought it hurt you!" "Why wouldn't I tell you that-" "uhhhhhh-"

Eventually he's running a hand from his forehead then back his skull, "Jackass couyon dumb shit-" "Me?" "NO, not you! ....Maybe a little you."

Pardon him, he's processing the months he was under the impression that you were disgusted by touching him when that was never the case. The best way to interrupt this is giving him a hug otherwise you're going to be there a while.

You're warm and soft and small and- You feel his arms wrap around you snugly. He's trying not to hurt you despite how happy he is at the moment. Your muffled voice asking why he never said anything.

"Why would you want to touch a freak like me?" You see the guilt and shame pass over his eyes. The shame of existing as he does.

Your hands find his chest and your lips his face, "You're not a freak. I love you exactly as you are." Its in this time you take a moment to run your fingers over his scales and ridges. The hum that comes from his chest tells you what you need to know.

"Don't feel you need to catch up." He tries to smirk, "But I ain't complainin' either."

Both of you agree to start over. It'll still take some time to get over the distance this caused- But knowing you want him and you aren't frightened of touching him will close the gap quickly.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Alright after your amazing Terry ask, I gotta know. How would your Roo's react to the Toon Patrol coming onto THEM?? I have to know for research XD

FOR SURE XD

Kingston: ah yes, our beloved token straight XD

Greasy: *trying to keep a neutral face and not laugh. He wants to see how far Greasy will take this, this is hilarious*

Psycho: pal, uh... sorry but... you're not my type... *trying to be delicate and not get his skin mauled*

Stupid: ... you're gonna haveta show me what you got down there, and I'll consider it. (Someone slap him 😅 He does like pegging, so he truly is considering it (he can ignore the fact it's a guy), but h o n e s t l y Kingston?? Be respectful!! 😅😂🤦‍♀️)

Smartass: *deep breath. Puts a hand on Smartass' shoulder* ... if only you were a girl. -No no no wait! Come back!! You'd really be perfect, I'm not fucking with you on this!!--

*earnest, calling at Smartass' retreating back* I wish you did. But you do nothing for me!!

Wheezy: ... alright, what'd you have in mind? (I think wheezy just turned kingston- )

Rena: the short answer is yes-

Greasy: ... you're that little club girl's toy, aren't you? ... drop your pants. Mhm, yeah right here, I'm not joking~

Psycho: *looking him over* ... alright, you got me hooked. I'm intrigued. Yes, lets do its. Where do ya wanna do it? Whadaya into, little freak?

Smartass: Ohhhhhh no. No. Your little guys are all on the fucking olympic swim team, and I'm not going through that again.

Stupid: 😏 Let's go, baby boy.

Wheezy: ... love to, daddy, but I feel like this is a trap. (SHE REALLY DOES. SHE CANT SHAKE IT XD Like, he's so hot?? But he's one of t h e m, and a sneaky unassuming one at that. So... it pains her, but its not gonna happen 😂)

Ryan:

Greasy: Nope, get out of my face Creepy. ("It's GREASY") No, it's not.

Psycho: (Psycho can follow him around as much as he likes, Ryan doesn't mind XD But they ain't fucking. He'll just be going about his business when Kingston asks, kinda fucking concerned, why the scary spiky one is following him, and Ryan just? Like? Shrugs??? 😅😅😅😆 He doesnt care XD And now Kingston is on edge XDD And ontop of that Rena keeps FEEDING THE CREATURE- )

Smartass: ... Thanks for the offer, but nah.

Stupid: (Similar to Poppy, Ryan will totally fuck Stupid! He'll show Stu what he should be looking for. Ryan is like training wheels *cough* and no he doesn't mind. He already had the love of his life, he ain't looking for anyone else special. Maya was all the special he needed)

Wheezy: Sure. (Doesn't even think twice. Wheezy's hot and they're friends.)

And *cough* well y o u k n o w which of the toon patrol lottie would be with. Although, since Shiny became a true oc of yours and Greasy's mate I've been exploring a Wheezy train of thought (like, instead of greasy getting jealous when lottie comes home from the navy, its wheezy but he doesnt do anything about it. Its wierd between them for a lot longer)... but I also love them just being a close family duo. And I still like Grottie ^^

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Aww thek passing along what he says :'((

He just wanted to be there for you man <333

I get it :'( :')

Awww yeah Owen :'o :'((

Now get him out guys <33

Ahh guys crap 😬

I do totally see what he's saying but- yeah, they would never leave someone behind :'(((

No matter how far gone they might be

Wait like him and TK and Nancy go look?

Ohhh you main you stay here

GIRL NO

Be so for real xD

Yeah exactly, they're never leaving you :'))

Yeah <33

My guys <33 🥰

Oof :((

Hopefully it doesn't somehow mention them specifically xdd that would suck for y'all lol 😬 (👀 xD)

He's like "you shouldn't be watching that" and exactlyyy honey xdd

Yeppp

Yeah, maybe some music :'))

It's not good for you honey

Yeahh exactly xd :(

Yep, the perils of dating a first responder xD

Oop the tea o.o

I mean we knew but yk telling Carlos

Carlos just casually making dinner too lol

OOP spilling even more tea!!!

Aww Carlos's reaction :))

Bro's happy but knows there's more to it lol

Yeeepp 😬

Hmm kinda seems like it

I see what you're saying but- yeeeah kind of an ultimatum xD

I really want Carlos to say something specific about how he gets it but I don't think he will

I mean yeah I totally see you Trevor, she's Melody's mom and allowed this huge move, but it's still just tough :((

Yeahh exactly that's it!! It's that you waited so long to spring it on her

I do see what you're saying but it's been serious for a while now man xdd

O o p o.o

That's the tea now ain't it?

Anyway AAHHHH she's the love of his life :'DD

Exactlyy brooo, tell her that :'))

I think she'll hear you out :'D

As long as she lives through this lol 💀

Awww y'all <3

They're a fun pair :D

Okayyy y'allll

GUYSSS

I don't like how close that is 😬

Wyatt's like "these idiots 😭😭" xD and REAL, FAIR 😭😤 XD

Ohh nooo guys

No you'll find her-

OH CRAP

Dang that poor lady o.o

Oh dang okay go off TK with the jump and slide lol

Oh NOO look at her, she looks awful D:

Run TK run TK run!!

OHHH CRAP

Y'all this is not looking good o.o

Yeah grabbing extra stuff good idea, because you're getting trapped here 😬😬

I'm trying to think of how they're possibly going to do this - in another situation I would say they send the patient off and then get distracted by something and get stuck or whatever, like go back for each other or something (just thinking of the promo not seeing the patient), but they're alone here and pretty much stuck here 😬

AGH so many problems xdd

RunnnnNNN TK

Ohh crapp

Y'ALL GO GO GO

Gooo go go go go gooo

PHEW OKAY GOOD

Yes Nancy block off those windows 😭😭😬😳

Ohhh no y'all this ain't looking good

Oh noo this poor lady :'((

Y'all i know they do miracles but. . . I don't think this one's happening :'((( I think she's going to die :'((

Hmm no I think she's trying to say something but I don't know what it could be D:

Ope, is that a "let's keep her comfortable" not super safe amount 😬

Yeeppp :(((

Just do it honey :'( <3 she's not making it through this

Ope??

See I swear she's trying to say something

Ope :o boy? Ohhh yeah the boy :O D:

No it's okay honey they got him out <333 they know about him it's alright :'))

Ohh she's asking if he is okay :'OO 🥺😭❤️

Awww yes honey, they got to him in time <33

You, yeah saved me, by warning and scaring him away :'))

Awww this poor lady

She made a dumb decision but we don't judge the people who end up in awful positions because of dumb decisions (mostly) on this show :'((( it still sucks and is awful and no one deserves that

Gosh just. . . look at how white her clothes are 😳 :( it's horrifying

Ohh gosh

Ohh nooo :'((

This poor girly D':

And there she goes 😭😭💔🥺❤️

I'm so sorry honey :'(((

Rest easy now

I'm glad Tommy's wearing gloves but I'm also glad she did that, even if it might be a little dangerous (even with gloves on) :'(( <333

That poor woman

You guys did everything you could <333 you have her some physical and emotional peace, and you let her know she wasn't forgotten <33

Imagine being in excruciating pain, lying unable to move as you're encased in chlorine fog, thinking no one's looking for you and your warning wasn't worth it, didn't do anything, everyone's hurt and dying like you anyway. That's absolutely horrifying :((

I'm glad they saved her from that date <3

Gosh guys 😭 that sucks :(( but I'm glad you're okay

Problem is now you're here 😬

OOOOPE NO NANCY CLOSE THAT DOOR

NOOOPE

I thought y'all knew you weren't getting out of there 😭 o.o

Never hurts to check I guess 😬

But in this case it might actually hurt if you hold that door open for much longer so xD CLOSE THAT DOOR

Good lol

Ahhh crap 😬😬😬

Anything else?? Like backpacks or blankets or towels or rugs or anything in the room??

:OO Ohh your jackets!!

But then you won't have anything covering you/your arms 😬😬

Okay phew they're in long sleeves at least there's that

Ahh crap guys 😬 :(

Yeah, like a tornado, get as far away from any windows and doors as possible :((

Ohh no y'allll

I mean yeah I suppose, last ditch effort, might as well 😬 could be the difference between making it and not <3

Sorry I'm just imagining a horrifying scene where they're sitting there, yellow chlorine gas is closing in, just trying to not to frantically, not to erratically, move the fan to blow it back (but not up, not around) in different areas, trying desperately to survive until the wind blows it away or help gets there

Terrifying and super sad and angsty thank you xdd :')

Gosh xD anyway

My poor babeys :(((

[tireddovahkiin]

8 & 10 ask game! 💕❤️

- ☕️💟

Thank you for the askkk <3 hope you're doing good bestie🙏

Link to the ask game!

8. Do they prefer coffee or tea more? or do they perhaps favor both equally?

Tsizilia prefers coffee, (she's like me, a real coffee fanatic😂.) while Sephiroth prefers tea. (I see him more of a herbal tea enjoyer!)

Genesis likes both! (They like sweet things, so coffee with sugar and cream/fruit teas are their choice!) Hanami, however, they're indifferent. Their favorite drink is... Water ig💀(as a walking tree spirit, they gotta like water, the true og XD) They'll try drinks that Genesis offers them, but they will always stick to water.

10. Say something that you’d like to tell your f/o(s) at this very moment!

To Hanami: I still want you to know that I love you very, very much, and that that will NEVER change. My attention may be directed to someone else in the moment, but you're an important part of my life, too. And you always will. <3

To Sephiroth: I wish I was there for you, when life has gotten the hardest. I wish I was there to help you bear the pain and sorrow, that heavy burden of the truth about yourself. Monster, or not, Sephiroth, I really do not care. You're what makes YOU special. And, it is YOU who I fell in love with. Whatever you decide for yourself to be in the end, it doesn't matter. I'll love you nonetheless. I'll be there right beside you, to support you. Let me hold your black wing, lean onto me, cry in my hands. I want you to give yourself a chance to be vulnerable, too. You will not look or seem weak, if anything, that is just the proof of your strenght. You will, Sephiroth, be stronger than ever before. I love you, my angel. <3

Bonus! To Vincent Valentine (parental f/o): You're literally the best dad a daughter like me could ask for. AND I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANY 'I'm not worthy' and 'My sins are too great for me to be able to deserve happiness' shit. HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT IT. I ain't gonna leave you, no matter how many times you try to push me away from you. And you, IN FACT, DO DESERVE IT. Come on, I don't want to heal alone, let's heal together. It'll make it ten times easier for us. More... Hope, and happiness. Let's give life a chance. Let's give US a chance, yeah? We're in this together, remember? <3

[aphroditelovesu]

Ok, that was an interesting chapter. I especially liked seeing the interactions behind the scenes. And I have a feeling as to who will warm up to Reader quickly, and those who will need more time 👀.

That whole 'I'm here for you' bit with Perdiccas at the end was really sweet and touching. But now that I think about it, it could set the stage for a whole new level of angst and pain for reader down the road. I'm not talking so much about a love triangle (though that would be bad) but something waaaay worse imo. Let me try and explain:

More then anything else, Reader needs someone in her corner. She needs someone who will support her and act in her best interests and respect what she wants. Based on the prolog, I have a feeling that that ain't happening.

I see Perdiccas as the one Reader will come to trust fully. The one she may explain her situation to, and the one she asks for help to get back home. But a yandere is a yandere, and I can totally see Perdiccas tattling to Alexander if she shares her plans to escape with him. Anything to keep her safe. Worse still, say she figures out the magic that sent her back, and shares what she knows with him as a secret. He's liable to then share that knowledge with the others and use it to teather her to Alexander and to him across time and space. Again, all to keep her safe.

That kind of betrayal would be fucking excruciating. Knowing that the one person who you thought you could trust has betrayed you and is the reason you're trapped is just 😨😭😫☠️.

That's just my opinion though. Thanks again for reading my latest rant! Hopefully chapter 5 will be out soon because I want me some drama 😈.

-- O-

Sorry for the delay in responding, anon! I just found it now :(

Oh yes? And who would that be, in your opinion? I know who they're going to be, but I'd love to hear your thoughts…

I was pretty upset when I wrote this scene and needed some comfort, so why not write this into a yandere fanfic that will have drama and angst? Pleasure, my name is Larissa and you will find out how screwed I am in real life with this fanfic. I'm not a fan of love triangles so I'm hardly going to write. Y/n may have a crush on Perdiccas but I don't know if anything romantic will happen between them.

She needs friends, allies and, most importantly, a psychologist. I'll make her have friends, but those friends are tricky. Besides the generals, she'll have to deal with the other wives, Stateira and Parysatis will be fine, but Roxanna… Well, I can't say much but it's off to a tense start.

In my canon, Perdiccas is a gossip but he's a friend of Y/n, so… It's complicated. And he's going to be a yandere and he wants to protect her, take care of her and he believes that staying with them is the best way to do that. But we know this is not true.

Our poor Y/n is going to go through so much… And being betrayed in the way you described would just tear her apart from the inside out.

I'm happy to read! Sorry for the delay, but I will always answer! And chapter 5 comes out today with drama 😈😈

~ Lady L